When we moved from San Francisco down to Los Angeles, neither of us could bear to let that drop cloth go.
There were multi-colored paint splatters on pretty much the whole thing. There were chunks of glitter frozen in glue from a collage I made. There were big blue brushstrokes from when Paige cleaned her brush when she was working on a self-portrait. We used the same drop cloth every time we had art night and it almost became a record of the art we made. Then we’d put a drop cloth on the floor and spread out all of our art supplies and spend the entire evening making art. Paige’s apartment was so tiny that in order to have space to do anything, we had put up her Murphy bed and move all the furniture to one corner. When I was in grad school in San Francisco, my friend Paige and I had regular painting nights in her studio apartment in the Tenderloin.
